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**2BlackJack1**

Hey, I was starting to like that Nurgling. He was in the middle of telling me a joke.

*Rick's stomach starts shaking and the nurgling crawls back out of his mouth, somewhat regenerated*

Oh my, that's a neat trick. I don't suppose you can teach me that one? You never know when irony catches up to you and something decides to make you a snack.

**zombiekila707**

2BlackJack1 wrote:
Hey, I was starting to like that Nurgling. He was in the middle of telling me a joke.

*Rick's stomach starts shaking and the nurgling crawls back out of his mouth, somewhat regenerated*

Oh my, that's a neat trick. I don't suppose you can teach me that one? You never know when irony catches up to you and something decides to make you a snack.

B-B-bs nurgling was annihilated its a walking doppelganger it will disintegrate in a bit but enjoy what little time you have with it ... You-ou all idiot you know that? We are in a horrible daemons realm...

This is no fething party its a orgy of horror... *Sees tzeentch at the far end of the party* Look its that fething loser... HEY TZEENTCH BET I CAN OUT DRINK YOU AGAIN... *Disgruntled yelling from tzeentch*

*Nudges 2BlackJack1* you know he says he controls fate... all bs.

**2BlackJack1**

*steps away from Rick*

I'd rather you didn't touch me, gue'la. And I think if anyone would be an idiot, it'd be the one who named a special field after himself that doesn't even stop daemons or their respective gods from entering the materium.

**zombiekila707**

2BlackJack1 wrote:
*steps away from Rick*

I'd rather you didn't touch me, gue'la. And I think if anyone would be an idiot, it'd be the one who named a special field after himself that doesn't even stop daemons or their respective gods from entering the materium.

Oh la la Someones getting laid in college... and we are in the warp friend... remember slaanesh party? Didn't get the invite? Well your here and hopeful your small and pitful mind can deal with *Yells* EMOTIONS! B-B-BECAUSE THEY AREN'T EVEN REALLY GODS!! *Stops yelling and returns talking to 2BlackJack1* So... yeah you wanna know ab-b-bout a real god its *Burp* Azathoth, or any of the outer gods... They eat galaxies for breakfast... Bet none of you have even left our galaxy...

*Walks away* Posers..

**2BlackJack1**

Actually, we just left the warp. And who says I wanted to go to a massive orgy of excess and pain? I'd rather go around collecting DNA from various species, which is actually productive.

*cocks head and smiles maliciously*

Anything unique about your DNA, friend? You did digest and regurgitate a nurgling, without having any problems with it.

**zombiekila707**

I really got to stop going to these stupid dimensions..

*Pulls out elaborate laser gun* This is a antimatter gun so not even your dumbass DNA with all the healing abilities can save you because t-t-true evolution *points to head* comes from your mind! And I made the nurgling into a good soft drink thats what THE MIND can do for you!

When did we leave the warp? Did I ever tell you guys I-I-I think it adorable that you call it the "warp" ... But seriously when?

**Verviedi**

*Warp portal opens up and I am violently expelled from it, smashing into Rick and launching the antimatter gun out the window*

*I am painted purple and covered in whipped cream, and dragging a bungee cord*

...There wasn't cake. I had to reshape myself eleven times.

Eleven.

**2BlackJack1**

*aims rifle at Rick's head*

Take one move towards that antimatter rifle, and I'll show you something a lot more reliable than one's strength of mind, or whatever your philosophy is.

**zombiekila707**

*For moment 2BlackJack1 sees Rick touch his wrist then in a flash Rick has the antimatter gun and 2BlackJack1s gun was replaced with a banana*

Andd that's the waaaaay the news goes... I am Rick Sanches *Burp* Biiiiitch.... Time machines up the wazoo!

Now if I wanted to kill you I'd-d-d done it... man so take that for what it is....

*Looks around*

Anyone seen my grandson Morty?

**zombiekila707**

Verviedi wrote:
*Warp portal opens up and I am violently expelled from it, smashing into Rick and launching the antimatter gun out the window*

*I am painted purple and covered in whipped cream, and dragging a bungee cord*

...There wasn't cake. I had to reshape myself eleven times.

Eleven.

Thats on y-y-you... I can only guess a Ai of some kind with some advanced *Burp* nano bots?

*Takes swig from flask*

**Verviedi**

*Steps out of my bedroom and bows*

I am your friendly local artificial intelligence! Due to a minor accident, I am primary composed of extremely soft, yet extremely durable and nanite-rich liquid metal.

**Buttery Commissar**

Those guys can get a bit handsy... [Chuckles] Think you're confused, Rick. We came out of the warp, and I sent tinboy on his own to the chaos party. If I brought that here, you'd all be fethed.
Very literally. And possibly many other ways too.
[Butt-slaps Verviedi, Rick and Co'tor simultaneously]

[Winces] [Sucks fingers]

**Verviedi**

...Did the Liquid Metal break something?

++ERROR: Cannot parse actions.++

Oh, right, forgot to turn that off after the fifth time.

*Toggles full brain back on and scans memory log*

You've been waiting for an opportunity to do that, haven't you.

**2BlackJack1**

Ok gue'la. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Now, I highly recommend getting my rifle back to me, instead of this banana.

[Mumbles] Besides, if I tried eating you, I'd probably die of alchohol poisoning.

*nurgling walks over and taps on leg*

?

*nurgling grins and gestures over to a group of nurglings raiding the fridge*

**Matthew**

*enters room* What is this? No... Noooooo... NOOOOOOOOO!

FETHING NORMIES! GET THE FETH OFF MY BOARD! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

**Buttery Commissar**

[Picks up Matthew and strokes him like a cat]

Actually it was him. [Points at ZK] I don't know what's in his pockets, but it hurt.

And I don't need excuses. [Folds arms]

**Matthew**

*struggles to break free* REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

No wait, I can just seduce you...

**KaptinBadrukk**

OOC: Matthew, that's kind of adult-ish.

**Matthew**

PEPE CARES NOT REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

**Selym**

Matthew wrote:
*struggles to break free* REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

No wait, I can just seduce you...

*floats out of the room*

Take me out of the oven, folks, 'cause I am done!

**Buttery Commissar**

Nope. [Drops Matthew]

Slaaneshi ain't touching that.

**CREEEEEEEEED**

*pokes bead out of the bar* yeah, feth that. *goes back into the bar to reminisce about that time I snuck a baneblade inside failbaddon's toilet*

**Selym**

CREEEEEEEEED wrote:
*pokes bead out of the bar* yeah, feth that. *goes back into the bar to reminisce about that time I snuck a baneblade inside failbaddon's toilet*

*scans Creed's brain on the way out*

**KaptinBadrukk**

CREEEEEEED!!!!!!

*hugs him*

I missed you!

**CREEEEEEEEED**

Gak! *attempts to hug back while pulling a baneblade out of a pocket* Have it as a present.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Mumbles a half hearted double entendre about hiding things in surprising places] [Sits down on sofa and naps]

**Matthew**

Pffft, what a normie, who the heck sleeps

**CREEEEEEEEED**

I do. For three or four months. *sneaks back inside a spare baneblade*

**KaptinBadrukk**

Thanks for the baneblade!

**CREEEEEEEEED**

No problem m9! *falls asleep in the gunner seat*